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Annus centenus Eomae semper est jubilenus; Crimina laxantur si poenitet ista donantur; Sic ordmavit JBontfacius et roboravit^
Eomc, March 26.
We are this instant arrived, tired and hungry! 0 ! the ^arming city—I believe it is—for I have not seen a syllable >t, only the Pons Milvius and an obelisk. The Cassian id Flaminian ways were terrible disappointments ; not one ome tomb left; their very ruins ruined. The English are imberless. My dear West, I know at Rome you will not ive a grain of pity for one ; but indeed 'tis dreadful, dealing ith school-boys just broke loose, or old fools that are come >road at forty to see the world, like Sir Wilful Witwou'd2. don't know whether you will receive this, or any other I rite: but though I shall write often, you and Ashton must >t wonder if none come to you ; for, though I am harmless my nature, my name has some mystery in it3. Good ght! I have no more time or paper. Ashton, child, I'll ite to you nest post. Write us no treasons, be sure!
Rome, April 16, 1740. N.S.
I'LL tell you, West, because one is amongst new things, »u think one can always write new things. When I first me abroad, everything struck me, and I wrote its history ; it now I am grown so used to be surprised, that I don't rceive any nutter in myself when I meet with any velties; curiosity and astonishment wear off, and the next ing is, to fancy that other people know as much of places one's self; or, at least, one does not remember that they
: In Congreve's Way of the World. • The name of Walpole might be pposed to excite curiosity among
the Jacobites in Borne, where the Pretender was living.